Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
10cc,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.